Sadness is
The bitterness in her bones
The dark embers
Glowering in her soul
The darkness
In her empty eyes
The merciless pit
Burrowing inside
It is the fake laugh
And that fake smile
The eternal prison
Her handpicked trial
It is the weight
That holds her back
It is the veil
That drapes her in black
It is the burden
That cannot be shared
The secret hurts
Of which nobody cares
It is the backdrop
To her life
It is the reason
Why she writes
The Widowed Writer


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